In the middle of a cluttered room a bit past local midnight, Mark sits in near total darkness, staring wide-eyed towards his idle desktop in the far corner. He had been sitting like that for some while, though it was only now that he decided to get up and maneuver his way through the mess on the floor to the sleeping computer. Wiggling the mouse, he squinted his eyes against the barrage of photons, hitting the F2 key with unnecessary force and holding it until the screen was as dim as it would get. After a few minutes like that, he clicked the Pesterchum app on his screen, logging in.
diffidentWrite logged on at 3:14 AM.
He browsed through his small chum roster, his cursor hovering over each tag for a fleeting moment as he tried to decide who to talk to.
diffidentWrite logged on at 3:14 AM.
He browsed through his small chum roster, his cursor hovering over each tag for a fleeting moment as he tried to decide who to talk to.


